The Place

When the cold cruel winds start to blow,
There is a quiet place that I always go.
And it is time for my steps to retrace,
And to go back to that peaceful place.

Back to the very basics of what I know,
Why God sent his only Son here below.
He came to offer his mercy and grace,
To suffer paying the price in my place.

And soon my face does begins to glow,
Because the love of the Lord I do know.
Tears of joy are streaming down my face,
As I rejoice singing praises in this place.

And because the lord above love us so,
He wants each and everyone to know.
He went to prepare you a special place,
That you may forever share in his grace.

So when this old world turns too cold,
Turn to him, he’ll show you which way to go.
He’s waiting with his mercy and grace,
In His loving arms are such a serene place.